This piece came from a garage sale. I don't even know what it was in a former life. Maybe it had a mirror in the center and attached to a buffet? Regardless, it was open in the middle, so I immediately thought it should be a frame for something special. Vaughn put a piece of thin plywood in the hole and I covered it with batting and fabric. And then it became our "museum". It's full of memories that can't get lost. Such a neat place of honor for the knives Vaughn traded for in first grade. (This alarms me. I teach first grade. Times have sure changed.) What a neat way to remember the little red toy rooster we dug up at our first home. The Eagle Scout pins the boys gave us at their award ceremonies. I could go on and on with the stories. No need. All these memories are safe now.
Same museum, different home.
Shadow boxes were next on the agenda. Vaughn was kind enough to build me a few. They live above the piano...always have.
One for the Romberg's, who were Vaughn's mother's parents. Grandmother was known for her All Bran Refrigerator Rolls, so the handwritten recipe card was a must. The tatted red bookmark she made me. A photo that includes Vaughn with a pistol in his shorts. Cute! Vaughn's grandpa's knife, a pencil. The dial portion of the phone Grandmother used until her death, with her phone number on it.
This is another shadow box for my granny and grandpa on my mom's side, the Hiltibidal's. (You read that right.) It's easy to see I have fewer items that belonged to Granny. Her cookbook has her signature inside. There's a photo of us kids with Granny and her second husband, Roy.
I lost track of some memories. But these are razors that belonged to our grandfathers. I don't know which is which. But they're safely tucked in this shadow box I got from Hobby Lobby on sale.
More Hobby Lobby shadow boxes. They usually go on half price every other week or so.
On the left...
This darling outfit was Vaughn's when he was a baby. And we even have a photo of his sister, Pam, holding him with it on. Thank you, Sandra, for keeping so many things for me to treasure.
And on the right...
Both of our boys were Eagle scouts, so Vaughn made large shadow boxes for their badges and documents. I was feeling a little jipped, I guess, so I chose to showcase my little sash from Orioles and O'Teens (similar to Girl Scouts) from many a year back. Ha. You can see I didn't stick with it like my sons did.
We all have stories of our lives. Stories we've heard for years about the old piano, who gave him that medal, how many years we've had this or that. Let's keep all our stories alive, People. And what is so cool about decorating with them once preserved is, your home has meaning. It's personal. It's who you are.